and the clock keeps ticking;; Pandora.

[WH [the goat]*]

And opening his eyes, the world came into focus. It was so bright, did he sleep or something? Doubt was dizzy, disoriented, and confused to no end. It was like the many times before he’d wake up like this, just blacking out, but this time he hardly remembered what happened in the past few hours before he was down. And Doubt didn’t even look far, because he knew he wouldn’t remember, because he was feeling that sort of way. Vague, muddled, his mind in a mess with echoing thoughts that he sure weren’t his and he couldn’t even pinpoint what they said. But it sounded urgent, and there was a edge of being ominous and panic-stricken. There was this pain coming from somewhere on his side, and his head was, as stated before, just booming, and not only with odd thoughts, but with pain. He had a headache. Blinking, Doubt started to focus his eyes, and heard words being yapped out and so many voices there were. He didn’t know where he was, but he was about to find out. Odd silver lines were in front of him, and then when he noticed what they were, Doubt still didn’t get it through his head where he was. Standing up, his ears flat onto his skull from all the voices surrounding him, Doubt let out a long breath. And then he collapsed; he was so tired, yet he knew he didn’t sleep. Doubt got up again.

And realized he was in a cage, a cage with those large metal bars, and he was trapped. “Hello?” He called out pathetically, and got up shakily and looked through the gaps in the bars. Two-legged things walked about, wearing all white, and odd things in their hands. There was so much sadness in this place, so much savagery, so much confusion, so much pain, so much mourning that he felt like he was feeling all of that at once. There was whining, and then swearing, grumpiness, dismay and all of that. It all rushed at him, and he kept pushing it all back, in a panic. A two-legged thing with a white coat was watching and checking something off a list, and he still didn’t know what they were. He felt like a young and lonely little puppy all over again, cast out in the world, forsaken and having to survive on his own. All he wanted was comfort and all he could think was that, Doubt curled up into a corner on the cold floor. And he thought about how stinky this place was, and then he came to realization with what situation he was in.

In the labs, he was. Doubt raised his head again, and started to notice that the two-legged things were humans, and he had less fear seeing things he was familiar with. Doubt got back up, and looked around. The scattered thoughts had faded, and he started to block out everything around him. It was so hard to think in this place, and he tried his best to clear his mind from all the distractions so Doubt could think. His vision was still a little blurry, his muscles a little numb still and hard to move, but at least he was alive. Doubt watched curiously as people walked around, racing around and dogs were dragged into an odd room. He wondered why and how he got here, and how to get out of it. But these bars in front of him seemed so hard. And, most importantly, he thought on how and why he was here. Doubt didn’t know, it was like a hole in his memory and it was bothering the hell out of him. He sighed, and then noticed another dog in the cage, and another, and more dogs about, and a voice calling out to him. What was that? The voice sounded so familiar. He looked around for it, and then said loudly, doubting he could be heard even when speaking so loud, “Whose that?”

[nightmare]

Where had it all gone? Everything was gone. All though Pandora didn't know it, everything had gone and left her unconscious. No place to go, she didn't have a clue. Blackness surrounded her, until her whole world clicked back together. Sounds filled her ears first. They were muffled but they were sounds. Feelings were next. A sharp shooting pain made its way up her side. Like a web, a web of pain. She winced, still not ready to open her eyes. What had happened? Her mind was foggy, nothing made sense. Kaz was confused as well. She took a deep breath and began the eye opening process. It hurt. White light stung her eyes like a bee. Pain filled her head. Kaz growled in pain to. That was wired. Everything was foggy and sideways. That confused her even more. She couldn't grasp what was going on. Blinking didn't bring her vision back any faster.

She realized she was laying on her side. She rolled over onto her stomach, and lifted her head. It killed to do this. Pain shot from every direction. She wanted to just curl up in a ball and let whatever was going to happen, happen. But Pan was stubborn, and wanted to know what was going on, before it happened. Sounds were clearer now, she could hear voices, cries, and screams. There was a sick feeling in her gut, and she swore she was about to throw up. She held it in, but a small whine escaped her maw. She sat up, the best she could. Her head hung, and it was sort of hard to breath. She blinked several times, and looked forward.

Strange bars stood in front of her, her brow furrowed and her head tilted a little. Humans in strange white gowns walked passed her, some were talking, some were writing. She looked beyond them, and saw a sign on a door. LABS it read. Sometimes Pan was grateful for her gift of being able to read human writing. It all made sense to her now. This was all almost a big coincidence. The grave yard, meeting Doubt. All of it would lead up to this. It was Fate's way of being a bitch. Kaz had to laugh, this was just to much. He had wanted this all along anyway. She looked around. She thought a wave of panic would wash over her, but there was nothing. She didn't feel any different, and she looked the same, from what she saw in the reflection of the shiny cage wall. She must not have gone into the lab part yet. Then it hit her. Doubt. She gasped. Were was he. Panic swept her up. She looked around. There were so many other cages.

Then she heard his voice. And her head snapped forward. He was in the cage strange across from hers. There were a few other dogs in his cage, where in hers there were only two others, and they both looked to be asleep, or dead. She looked at Doubt, it seemed he hadn't seen her yet.
"Doubt" she cried out, her voice shaky. "Doubt, oh I'm so glad your alive." She was not glad he was here, stuck, doomed, with her. "Ohh why didn't you run. Why?" She was so worried. Something might happen to him, what if they cant get out?

[WH [the goat]*]

For a few moments, Doubt made time to access the situation. He was in the labs, but Doubt figured he wasn’t Daemon yet, and the dogs lying in this cage weren’t as well. He had always thought that he would feel different if he ever became a daemon, and he wasn’t feeling any different from his usual self. No testing was done yet on him, and yet, Doubt knew that it would eventually happen. Looking at the bars, he thought about if a normal dog had a chance to get out of here, and that pretty much seemed to be very low, even unheard of. Trying to recall how he got here, he looked toward the voice, listening, and trying to block out everything around him to just to listen to such a familiar voice. It didn’t click at first, first he store at the beautiful Greenland dog blankly, and thinking at one moment that she was actually just an object with the rest of the very bright and white background. After in darkness, seeing white is a big surprise, and his eyes were stinging from it still. Doubt squinted, trying to remember. And yet, he wasn’t able to recall just off the bat. But he did know her, or else she wouldn’t be calling his name.

She was in the cage across from his, and barely able to be seen. And then he started to remember, and then Doubt smiled with relief. But he couldn’t remember him not running, so he narrowed his dark brown eyes. “I don’t remember…Pandora.” He said honestly, the smile dropping, and the ending of his words almost twisting into a question. At least she was all right, but shaky, he could tell, and figured he sounded and looked no different from how she was. Saying her name at the end of his words was a type of reassurance to him, that he’s getting it right, that he’s on the road to remembering all that happened, and that he knew someone in here. A connection to reality, most dogs lacked it in the labs, and that was part of what made them insane, or at least Doubt figured that. But what’s a connection with lost memories?

Closing his eyes, searching and searching, but finding confusing ends, and a blurry hole in his memories, that the edges were sharp, but it was blurry a bit beyond, and then sharpness again. His headache was still there, fiercely raging in his head, threatening his train of thoughts to turn into horrid complaints. Doubt hurt, and he was a little scared, but too familiar. Like he was meant to be here, like it was where he was supposed to be in this moment of time, and like this was all written out like a play, and it was a game that he was loosing and someone hidden from him was winning. But then, he thought, the invisible dog should be loosing, because I can defend against him now. And then Doubt remembered, not everything, but meeting Pandora at the construction site with blood in his mouth and everywhere, then going to the cemetery…and then…shaking his head, with a sigh, he turned to look at Pandora across from there. The dog who saved his life, and yet now, he was feeling guilty, feeling like he could’ve stopped this, but didn’t. Doubt felt like he knew it all along, and it made him feel terrible.

“I’m so sorry…” He said, barely able to be heard, and in a rather desperate tone. He still didn’t know why he felt so guilty, but Doubt seriously felt much dread in trying to find out what rally happened hours ago. Somehow, Doubt felt like he would be better off without knowing, and all he wanted at the moment was to go to sleep, lay down and wake up and have everything be different. Yet, he knew that couldn’t be.

[nightmare]

Groggy. That was how she felt, groggy. Like she had the worst hangover in the world. Her throat was scorched and her eyes burned. Her stomach turned at every canine scream. Doubt, sitting across from her, staring at her, as if he didn't know who she was. It scared her for a minute, then reutilization came into his eyes, and he told her he didn't remember. In a way she was glad e was here with her, that she wouldn't have to face this alone. She made herself sick with the thought. Doubt closed his eyes, it was painful to watch him like this. She wanted to comfort him, wanted hi to know she was there, but the bars and noises made that almost impossible. Her head sunk low and she whined faintly.

Pan wanted to tell him it would be alright, that they would get out of here soon, and it would all be over. But she was only trying to fool herself. She knew deep withing, that it was close to impossible for a normal dog to escape this place. There had never been any rumors of it happening, no proof. The people here would rather see the dogs dead than let them escape. It was scary here, it could make the toughest dogs cower. At that though, she remembered the Demron alphas. Sniper,Judge, and now Roran. Were they scared. Were they born with there powers? She was curious. She shook her head lightly. If they were here of coarse they would be scared. It was the only emotion you could hold on to in this place, apart from sorrow.

It was faint, but she could hear that familiar voice through all the noise in this place. It was like a whisper to her. But loud and clear in her mind. I'm so sorry. Her eyes shot up to him. Sorrow and fear filled them. A look of slight confusion crossed her face. Why was he sorry. This wasn't his fault, he shouldn't feel guilty for something that was not up to him. If you wanted to blame anything blame fate. Pan wanted to be next to the handsome shepherd. Wanted to be close to him, so she could tell him it wasn't his fault.

She slowly lay down. Her body still ached. She placed her head on her paws. "Don't be... Not your fault." was all she could get out, and it was quiet as well. ohh Doubt, why are we so far apart. She thought. She let her eyes slowly close. She wished she could go into a coma, Not feel anything. And that brought her to another thought. Feeling? When they took you into the lab room, do you feel what they do to you. Will it hurt? The screams told her the answer to that, and she squeezed her eyes shut hard. She didn't want to think of it.

"Why are you so worried. This is what we wanted all along. No we can be closer to the war." Kaz said, he sounded dizzy. No Kaz, its what you wanted..... Sleep wouldn't come, just black nothingness. She could still hear everything around her. She just wanted to forget, where Doubt wanted to remember.

[WH [the goat]*]

And how was it really not his fault? Doubt seen the odd light, seen the vans and knew, somehow, deep inside, that the vans weren’t normal. But he did nothing? Clenching his jaw in anger at himself, and complete confusion. With the world blocked, muffled to a vagrant memory, and his thoughts of how Pandora and him were so far apart, that he didn’t feel that he could tell her what he thought happened, really, from this distance. He had an idea, but dared not to think about, afraid at what he might discover, might see, but the feeling pulled him and didn’t think about it, but had an inner feeling that he would loose. Whether that it was a false feeling or an actual, Doubt wouldn’t have known.

Shaking his head in self-quilt, he closed his eyes and started to pace, silently, not knowing what to say, around the cage. The dogs inside were shifting, he noted, and they would wake, maybe with as many or more questions than Doubt had. At least as many questions, Doubt thought, and started to feel exhausted. Racing around once more, moving swiftly and gracefully, he stopped and looked at Pandora. “Don’t you know what happened?” He asked, something in his voice that suggested another meaning, and hidden deep within, something quite menacing. Doubt’s voice had a little bit of a pleading to it. He couldn’t keep from speaking, he just wanted to talk, save the sanity that’s left, and savour it. Pandora had saved him so many times before, and now, with a connection to the outside world and her unique view of everything and not so unique yet not so common problem that was similar to Doubt’s, maybe both could save each other. In here, it was easy for any dog to be freaked, and Doubt knew that this was just the beginning of the longest time of their – if not at least just his – life. Sighing, trying to focus only on any sounds coming from Pandora.

And Doubt was going to remain rational as he could. He would remain the dog he’d always known he was. Good luck, a sadistic voice whispered faintly, it was edged with sarcasm. The voice seemed to have been simply carried upon from a cold breeze, and yet there was not much wind in this place. And there couldn’t have been a cold breeze, and all raised his fur slightly. But he would soon forget it as time would go on, and would be really regretting that he didn’t later in his life, which at the time seemed rather short. There was a fate shifting and murmurs of confusion, yet some as if they expected it, from the cage. He turned his head; his cage companions were awaking, and wished them to do better than he would. He still listened for Pandora, still shaken, but a little more stable than once before. A little reassured, as well, and despite all this, he managed an old and thin smile. At least Pandora’s okay, he thought, for now. Threateningly that last part of the thought slipped in, and he wouldn’t be able to tell you if he really thought that or not.

And those whom lived through the labs weren’t always even half-bad, so if he the mind to it, he can fight all the insanity, pain, and in the end get out. A normal as he was now couldn’t as easily, he wasn’t about to say that no one could never escape when not normal, but if he got the right powers, he would try to free him, Pandora – he looked at the others in the cage – and every soul he could. Good luck, said the what-seemed-like-breeze again, much more faintly this time, and instantly Doubt forgot about it.

[nightmare]

Her head lay upon her feet, and she watched Doubt. He looked stressed, and he got up and paced. Shaking his head. Something was wrong, well obviously something was wrong, look at where they were. But something deeper was wrong. Of coarse she knew what had happened. What? Did he think this his fault, Pan was shocked. How could it? He couldn't have stopped it, he didn't bring this on them. What was he talking about?
"Doubt, what are you saying?" her eyes narrowed. He couldn't do this. Wouldn't. "Of coarse i know what happened, but what dose that have to do with this, with us? You didn't do this Doubt. whatever inner demon is telling you you did, is wrong." She sat up, and she could hear the two dogs behind her stir at her loud words. "We are going to be fine, you hear me? Fine. We will get through this." i hope. The last was a thought, Kaz pushed it through her mind and she scowled. Her optimistic opinion made him bitchy.

She didn't know for sure they would be okay. She had no idea. Then she hoped that the labs would give her the power to see the future so that she could see if they would live through this. She looked at Doubt, he eyes filled with care, and concern for him. He was okay, right now, and lifted some of the sorrow out of her. He seemed to be in his own world over there, a world she couldn't touch. So far away. His fur raised, as if a wind blew over him. That was mildly impossible, but Pan didn't think of it. She shook herself, and looked behind her at the two dogs who were now awake, and looking at her curiously. One was just a pup, a small black lab, and the other was young still but older than the pup, he all brown, some sort of pointer by the looks of it. They seemed scared, and looked for reassurance in Pan. Her eyes softened for them, and her tail swayed as if to say, don't worry i wont hurt you.

She turned back to Doubt. "We will get out of here." inside she was sure of it, outside, not so much. But its the thought that counts right? Oh wait, that only works with giving gifts. Whatever, same thing, its the gift of freedom. She wanted to get everyone out. A mas break out. She would dream of that while she sat in this stingy cage. She was calmer now, thinking of the mass breakout in her head. And she lay back down, this time her head stayed up, and she focused on Doubt. How she cared about him. In her mass breakout dream, they worked together and used there new found powers to help all the dogs in here. They were free, and they lived happily ever after.

"What crack are you sniffing. Like that shit would EVER happen" Kaz laughed at her ridiculous dream. She knew it would never happen, but dreams were dreams, and there was no rule against dreaming up the impossible. She sighed at Kaz. "I don't know Kaz, I just wish everything wasn't so hard." she said it very quietly, no one withing a foot of her would hear it.
"Well, you could dream of the sick new powers we're going to get, and how we will kick ass in the upcoming war." Pan just sighed. Even a mind dwelling being like Kaz had dreams, and she wouldn't bash his dreams, like he did hers. she was better than that. Kaz snorted. She wanted to be alone in her head. She closed her eyes again, and could hear the pup behind her whine a little. She wanted to get them out to. And her mind wandered to the mass breakout dream again. A fain smile crossed her. She was in her own world now to. And she laughed.

[WH [the goat]*]

“Inner demon.” Doubt repeated, thoughtfully, testily, and pronounced each syllable carefully and clearly, even through he was speaking to himself. But he had a feeling that whatever it was was right about it, but he had an odd feeling that it was in a different way than he thought. He was almost as confused as that day he woke up, love struck, blue eyes in his eyes and he desperately tried to find whoever it was. He also felt pain for a while, but that had washed away with the blue seas of a pair of eyes. He only knew a little of her name, and now he’d forgotten. But it was so odd, he didn’t remember meeting anyone like that, he didn’t remember any one he loved back then...if felt like whatever it was happened in a completely different time and place. And yet he was the one that woke up with the affects, the hangover, of whatever did happen. Maybe there were mind-controlling Daemons out there, and he shuddered, he had no doubt that there were some like that somewhere. The gossip of strays would soon say if there were any somewhat like that, and there really were already whispers of it.

He snapped his head towards Pandora’s words of hope, and of getting out fine. And with no doubt, and with sheer confidence, he said, huskily, “Yes, you bet we will...and not just us.” The strength of those words could possibly knock someone off their feet, for they held a lot of meaning, a lot of planning, and strong. He smiled, and then turned back to the dogs in the cage. Murmurs, the pug got up shakily and Doubt went to help the small brindle dog stand. Pushing the female pug up with his maw and saying encouraging words, Doubt still smiled, and was still confident. Yet, he still felt guilty, stressed, but it wasn’t always about him and his feelings. He sighed, the smiling dropping, and he went back to the part of the cage facing Pandora, and looked at all the dogs inside. The pug was awake, the others just had their eyes open and they just lay there, not daring to stand before they thought they could. Ha, smart, and much more than what Doubt did. He turned his head to the side, one of his dark brown eyes on the beautiful white figure of Pandora. He was just starting to realize how mentally exhausted he was, and it was terrible. He’d never felt it before, and he wanted to sleep. “I’m taking a rest,” He yawned, and fell right down. His dreams would not be in his control.

Darkness, at first, but then it faded to a dark and gloomy place, were the land was dark and the sky was shades of grey. It was neither cold nor hot, the air felt like nothing, it was unmoved still, and the atmosphere was so light that Doubt was holding his breath. He looked around, feeling so familiar, as if he was here before in the real world yet in there it was modeled a little different. Yes, he did know he was dreaming, it was as realistic as reality got while it was far from it. Stepping carefully, feeling a little paranoid at the moment, he walked on the flat ground that seemed to roll on forever. His mind was so light, he couldn’t quite describe it, it was as if something was lifted, good and gone and that all his mind was just rightfully his own. A breeze washed over him, cold and whispery, and a voice said, “Breathe already.” It was casual and a little amused, and it sounded very real. Like it was coming right from behind him. In reality he was holding his breath as well, and in both dream and the real world, he let his breath out.

Turning around quickly, he set his eyes upon a tree; it’s branches twisting up and seem to be in millions. A bright blue fruit that couldn’t have been real was upon a branch that seemed to be just handing it towards him. It was a very large tree, and stood black against the light grey sky, there was a light fog on the tree and it seemed blurry to his eyes yet he swore was so close. He started walking towards it, something driving him to. The fruit and tree was just out of reach, the closer he got the farther it leaned away. He started walking, and then it didn’t move this time, he thought about getting it, was trying to control this odd dream and he got close. It was about a meter away, the fog lifted, and a transparent figure stood underneath the branches, sitting down comfortably, a devilish grin upon its features. “You can’t win this, this game has been rigged all along.” It was so clam, the voice, so melodic yet it sounded male, it was creeping Doubt out. And then he was pushed back, laughter coming from the figure as he was. His claws tried to dig into the ground; he thought he could because it felt like soil the last time he remembered, but now the ground was as cold as metal. And he was pushed back so far. There was a flicker as he stopped and then he was even farther away.

Helpless, unable to do anything and guilty he felt, he whimpered in his sleep but not in his dream. It was getting so cold, and he started to shiver. He tried to focus on heat, but a dagger-like-pain ripped at his mind and he could hardly feel at all. But he kept working on it and focused on it being heated, and it started to get warm. He looked for the blurry, transparent, the invisible dog, feeling like he had won something, but then it grew too hot. He tried to focus on it going colder again, yet it was not working, and he collapsed to the ground. There was a laugh again, and the same invisible dog voice, “Be careful, friend, before you get in over your head.” Water woke him up, and before he knew it he was drowning. His eyes darted open, he saw the tree on the hill with the blue fruit on it while under water, untouched and all the same. He started to swim up, taking his eyes off the enticing fruit and tree and tried to swim upwards. However he was indeed in over his head, the water level kept rising and he got furtherer and farther away from the fruit. He began to regret getting furtherer from the tree, and something kept pulling him towards that forbidden fruit again and again. He couldn’t hold his breath any longer and he gave way.

“You look terrible Doubt, so desperate, you need some help, don’t you?” The voice came from the base of the tree, the blurry and transparent dog standing there, not effected at all by the water. Doubt did need help, he nodded, hopping he wouldn’t regret it, and then he remembered it was just a dream. Endless seas like this weren’t real, and blue fruits weren’t real. The water drained until it was very sallow, it only touched Doubt’s paws. He coughed up so much water and creased to notice that some of it was tinted with a thick dark and oozy blood. He hurt all over, and felt as if he couldn’t take another step. Doubt looked at the tree, and decided not to walk towards it since that seemed useless, he tried to forget but couldn’t get it out of his head. “Look over here, someone’s waiting.” Said the transparent dog’s voice, and Doubt felt something that was not he make him look towards it. There was Pandora right there, suffering, in pain, he could tell and he felt all of it. Other females were there, but he paid no heed to them.

The invisible dog looked curiously at Pandora and then Doubt, not moved at all by the screams or pain. Just interested, and slightly bored the invisible dog was. Doubt didn’t notice that Pandora had wings at all. He tried to speak against it, but no sound came from his mouth in his dreams. In the real world he was saying, “No!” “Stop!” “Please...” There was a chuckle again and that made him angry, he started running towards the dog near the tree. Angrily, he leaped at the black figure and dug his teeth in, blinded by rage. The laughter didn’t stop, it didn’t wither, and then it turned into a rather unpredictable hum. And then it stopped, and darkness surrounded him, it was calming, and all empty. He felt relief, and yet again remembered it was a dream. He was about to make himself wake up when sides started to turn white. And he was on a muzzle of a giant dog, pointed ears, the edges blurry, yet the glint in the dark eyes almost unmistakable.

“Dun, dun, dun, cue the drums,” The maw moved, and the voice was very singsong. Doubt moved forward, trying to keep from falling. If he was so invisible, then why was Doubt not falling through? “Look at what you’ve done...” The large dog’s voice boomed genteelly, and Doubt swore he was about to loose all his hearing. Looking around shakily, not at all willing, and seen the dead body of Pandora and tasted her blood in his mouth. “Oh no.” He whispered weakly in the dream and in his sleep, but he could barely hear his own voice. “I control this dream, friend, I control what you’re doing and what you feel. Remember that, because, I’m you. But I doubt you will when you open your eyes...” And then the voice faded. Doubt fell through the maw of the dog and kept falling. The last thing he saw was the symbol of the labs written in that odd blue fruit and dandelions floating down in front of it. And that was the only images he would remember clearest. The laughing would haunt him as well, but not as loudly as that last image. He kept his eyes closed; afraid at what he’ll see when he wakes up but couldn’t remember exactly why. Inner demon? More like completely different dog a little grumpy with messed up morals pacing around in his mind like it’s a cage. Yet, more relaxed when the ‘demon’ was in a real cage, not of the mind.

[nightmare]

Bit by bit she was torn apart, on the inside, it hurt. She looked at Doubt with pain in her eyes. He listened to what she said, took it in, heard her, for real. He added in his own words of hope, the words melted her iced over heart. The way he said them made her feel something, deep inside, something awoke. He helped a pug stand up. Doubt looked proud, and it almost lasted a minute. Reality must of sank in, and he sighed. He walked back to the bars, looked at her, and then slumped down to take a rest. The both of them were exhausted. Pan watched him without a word, and he closed his eyes. She lay down again, placing her head on her paws, but her eyes didn't shut. She had a terrible feeling in her gut, and she couldn't sleep.

Behind her, the two pups stirred. She turned her head toward them. The lab puppy whimpered. "Come over here sweetheart, i wont hurt you." she gave them a warm smile. The lab pup, the younger one, ran to her with no hesitation, but the pointer held back a moment. The lab snuggled up beside her, rubbing up his black fur with her white. The pointer slowly walked over as well, and lay down on the other side of the lab pup. "Whats your name?" she asked, both of them, in one general statement.
"I'm Torren, and this is Rev." The young pointer gestured to the lab, who was already asleep.
Pan smiled "My names Pandora." She said, and placed her head back on her paws. She felt a little better with the two of them so close. Yet she was still not able to shut her eyes.

Kaz was all but pacing in the back of her head. It was giving her a headache. Back and forth, Left right left. He is so impatient. He just wanted it to be over and done with, just so he could get out of here. Wasn't so tough when the free dog is caged. He didn't like being caged, even though he dreamed of getting the powers that would be given to Pan when she enters through the door marked Labs. To him it couldn't happen fast enough. To Pan, she didn't want it to happen in the first place. He grumbled incoherently and mumbles curses when the two pups came close to Pan. Kaz didn't like youngness, Pan did, she loved children. One day she hoped to have kids of her own. That dream seemed so far away while she lay here in the cage.

Her second attempted to sleep failed again. She couldn't keep her eyes closed for longer than a minute. A sound, so familiar caught her ears. She lifted her head about an inch off her paws, and looked at Doubt, the source of the sound. A distressed call escaped the sleeping dog. He was struggling in his dreams. Haunted by something much more complex than a nightmare. Pan cocked her head. What was he thinking about. Pan worried about Doubt, he looked so Strong, so sure, but she could tell, he was broken on the inside, or at least breaking. She wanted to help him, somehow.

"Dou-" Her words were cut off by a sudden yell. It came from the LABS door. She looked toward it. More yells, and something broke, something glass. The door burst open, and out flew two dogs. One was a husky mix, she had big black wings, and a nasty look in her almost red eyes. The other was a rather skinny greyhound, and when i say skinny, i mean,this dog was skinny! The greyhound was in front, she was shaking badly, and was pretty much cowering. The husky mix behind her prodded her forward. "Move it," she yelled. Pan didn't sit up, she just watched. The husky pushed the greyhound until she moved. The humans in white cloaks ran toward the scene. The reached and grabbed for the dogs, the husky, jumped and flew above them, before coming back down and pushing the hound forward. She looked back at the gathering of frantic humans, and out of no where, a huge wall of flame appeared in front of them. They grew more frantic.

The hound was still shaking when the husky pushed her toward the door that lead to the hall out. She bashed into the door a few times with all her might. Once it opened, the humans extinguished the fire with that white snowy looking stuff, and came running with polls and one had a gun. Pan couldn't tell if it was a trank or a real bullet holding gun, but she knew it would still hurt.
"Look out" Pan warned, and the husky caught her eyes. And then she looked toward the humans, and nodded. She nudged the hound, and tole her something that Pan couldn't hear over the humans yells. The husky threw a bit more fire at them, to gain a bit more time. The hound nodded, and then ran out the door, and down the other hall out. Pan watched as the husky stood in front of the door, snarling, huge black wings outstretched, and her strange red eyes held hate. The human with the gun took aim and shot her. Then reloaded and shot her again. She didn't move on the first shot, but the second made her sway. They were tranks, Pan exhaled in relief. The gunman shot one more time, and the girl fell, she caught Pans eye one more time, and then whispered "Thanksss..." It faded off as she faded into unconsciousness.

The humans picked her up carefully and brought her back into the LABS hall. She had obviously done this many times, the tranks wernt taking effect on her. Pan wondered who she was, and how many dogs she helped escape, while she stood blocking the entrance. Brave was what she was. The humans came back out and a few of them checked out the rows of kennels. The humans talked about the dogs, and who to bring in. Pans ears perked up when the gestured toward Doubt, and said 'the black one' Oh no. Not yet. No no no. They couldn't take him not yet. Pan stood up, and the sleeping Rev stirred. She put her paws up on the cage bars, and barked at the humans. She didn't know what came over her. They just couldn't take him. Not yet. The humans looked at her in confusion, and she just looked right back at them. Right into there beady human eyes.

[WH [the goat]*]

Commotion, commotion, and he didn’t want a bit of it. He felt the heat of the room rise, heard the yells and kept lying there - he was so numb. So numb, was it emotional or physical? Doubt felt it in both ways, really. His mind was surrounded with numb, distant thoughts, his eyes feeling like they were hot-glued together. He wanted to just lie there and rest as long as he could, without falling asleep or opening his eyes. It was unreasonable, but his thoughts – and he – weren’t that sharp at the moment, when he felt that he was being moved, his mind panicked. Twisting his thoughts into primitive instincts, at first he went to bite, and then slammed this jaws shut because he could. Blindly going around biting? That wasn’t a right thing to do. Okay, then, open your eyes and bite. He opened them, and stared in wonder at the white thing, blinking dumbly, he said, “I’m dead, right?” And would’ve smacked himself after saying that if he had human hands. “Wake up, wake up.” A voice told him, and yet his mind was still fuzzy and genteelly fluffy. He liked it, really, he didn’t feel so isolated, and he kept staring at the white thing like happy pills drugged him up. “You won’t last long like that.” A faint voice, the same as before said, a hidden sneer encased in its tone.

That voice was so melodic and sounded so much like his yet it had an edge...he thought about that for a few moments and then cussed before he could stop himself. Thoughts growing from blurry to sharpness, slowly, and eventually, everything came back into focus. Now, he still felt like panicking, but at least knew why and what would happen if he tried. He closed his eyes again, physically numb but not so mentally now, everything was soft. Someone was laughing, and Doubt did indeed ignore it. Fading in and out, and hearing things, he wasn’t quite sure where he was, and was happy that he kept going out of consciousness. Something was fighting, and he didn’t want to fight back, but something also was making him fight back. Damn mind games. And eventually it was that and Doubt was much dumber, but he still had an awareness of the world around him, like a small little fuzzy window. The thing was, it hurt. Struggling, his mind getting very numb, and not naturally numb, he blacked out and there was a stray thought that he forgot. Doubt might have been in there for hours, yet it felt like years, and he didn’t have to feel the headache, but a certain someone did and it did indeed hurt. Yet, he was silent. Just silent. Doubt pondered about sanity, and then pondered about how he shouldn’t be able to think right now. Now, now, that was not quite right. Laughing, and he yelled at it, and then noticed he was really yelling in reality and he shut up. So did the laughing, he noted.

His eyes opened, and the room, which was unusually silent to him, was empty. In front of him, equipment, some very sharp objects, and at the sight of them, his mind tightened. It as if someone was pulling out his brain, or sucking it. The metal flashed, it moved, shifted, and a part of his mind was unusually focused; yet Doubt thought it wasn’t really him. Because he wouldn’t do what was to happen in the next few seconds. Ripping out of the straps, an unusual strength coming to him, he turned around before he knew he did, and the metal and a load of things dropped to the ground. Something beeped very loudly, and Doubt listened to it. The door opened, he was facing it, metal was on the floor, sharp metal. As well as needles, and an odd machine stood high holding a needle.

The table he was lying on was still standing, he was standing on top of that, and when the face of a human appeared, the metal moved. And a huge flash, and all the needles and scalps went right into the human’s face; there was a human-scream, and blood on the white walls. Something made him sit down, and a whispery thought said, “Nice.” Confused and scared, Doubt grew dizzy, and fell off the table, the last sights of the bloody and mangled human face danced in his memory as he completely blacked out. No thoughts, no one else was there, it was complete and utter nothingness.

***

Doubt was moved to a solitary cage, and in a different place, where the dogs here seemed to be mostly daemons, or had side-effects of testing like lost of sight or hearing. One thing he knew, he was a daemon now, and yet he was unable to summon what he had last time, maybe days ago he used his powers, every time he tried he would black out and nothing happened. There was a ringing in his right ear that was constant, and he just couldn’t find Pandora. Doubt was lonely, and he slept a lot. He always forgot his dreams, which were occasionally very, very odd. He hadn’t tried to talk to the other dogs, nor did they try to talk to him, and all this loneliness was chewing away at Doubt inside. Curling up, he closed his eyes once again, and this was an oddly dreamless sleep. It was peaceful, and he was glad for it. Doubt kept dreading, kept trying to calculate when he would be tested on again, and it was eating at him as well.

[nightmare]

The humans didn't think anything of Pandora's pleads. Its not like they understood her anyway. All she could do was watch in horror. They turned away from her, and faced Doubt. The one with the long hair and the clip board checked a few things off and wrote some notes. The brute human un latched the cage Doubt was in, and took him out. None of the other dogs tried to escape or move even. They just watched through half closed eyes. Pan was still barking at them. Trying anything to divert there attention. All this got her was a whack on the nose by another human holing a pole with a rope on the end of it. She yelped and jumped down. The brute human carried Doubt away, Pan didn't have to look to know where he was going. The door the the labs opened and he disappeared behind it. Her heart sank. Doubt was gone now, and she was alone.

The two dogs beside her were a bit restless, but could care less. She sat down and tried to come up with something. Kaz shook his head in the back of hers. "Its how it always ends isn't it. Its your fault you know." He told her in a mono tone voice. She tried to ignore him and think of a way to get back to Doubt. Nothing came to her. She was worried nothing ever would. She lay back down, she felt sick. Like this was her fault, in some way. She lay on her side, and looked out through the slit at the bottom of the cage door. She stayed like that for hours, watching as feet passed bye. Some stopped and turned around, some walked straight passed. She felt nothing, and hared nothing Everything had a white haze around it, like it would soon disappear. And with what she has seen, it would. Everything seemed so delicate, like it would break if she touched it. Or maybe it was her who was delicate, and she would break. There was one problem there, she was already broken.

***
(A few days later)

It seemed like years had passed. Pan didn't sleep though. She was still laying on her side, eyes wide open, staring off into the white hazy nothingness. The muffled voice of a near human brought her closer to reality. the human was standing in front of her cage. They had black shoes, black pants and like all the others here, a long white coat. Pan thought nothing of him, Humans did this every day. The human was checking things off a list, and he called to another human. This human was the same brute who took doubt away. Pan heard a deep growl, and after a minute, she realized the growl was hers. The human opened her cage, but no of this seemed real, It all was like a bad dream. it made no sense. The brute reached down to her, and reality fully kicked in. She bolted upright and snapped at the man. She missed but it made him jump back. She looked around, everything was spinning, confused, she made a break for it. The only thought in her head was, What am I doing? She couldn't leave without Doubt. She had to help him. But it was as if she was not the one controlling her legs. Her thoughts turned to Kaz."Sorry sweetheart, this is all you." He was being smart with her, and had an amused voice. This was her? How could she try and leave without Doubt.

She wouldn't have to worry about leaving without Doubt, because her attempted at escape failed horribly. The brute human had a long poll with a loop at the end. She didn't get very far, when he slipped the loop over her head and pulled it tight. She struggled and pulled, and snarled, and snapped. Everything was a blur to her, like it wasn't even her, but she knew it was. The man pulled her behind him, dragging her across the slick tiled floor. She couldn't hold grip, and was soon moving toward the labs door. She didn't want to go in there. The snarls got louder and she struggled more. The man just yanked her in, with little effort. She was through the door.

The labs hall was darker than the kennel hall. Like the lights were dimmed just a little. There were quite a few doors on either side of her, all with strange names that began with Dr. Dr Stagnal, Dr Hippishen, Dr Gathon, Dr Tyson, and the door she was dragged into Dr Ylin. It was bright in here. Much brighter than the hall. The man dragging her said something, then laughed, and the clip bored guy spoke to the man inside the room with a lot of respect as if he were his alpha. Pan was still struggling half heartedly now, while she observed all this. The man who was already in the room, who Pan assumed to be Dr Ylin, walked over to her, keeping a good distance. He said something to the brute man, and Pan felt a prick in the side of her neck. She hardly had time to figure out what was going on when she dropped. Unconscious. Soothing blackness at last.

Pan could feel nothing. Nothing at all. She did not dream. She did not think. And Kaz, well he was asleep to. It was almost like she was in a coma. She could hear faint noises now. A steady beeping. A few feet scuffs. A demand or two. But it was ass if they came from no where, and just materialized in her mind. So strange. She wanted to wake up. To know what was going on. She willed herself to wake, but the blackness thrust itself upon her, and she felt laid down.

On the outside. Dr Ylin, and his associates worked on Pan. Giving her strengths un known to many. Giving her powers, you could call it. They worked, and Dr Ylin looked at her face, and saw a faint flicker of her eyes. This would tell him his time was almost up.

***
(Hours after surgery)

Pan felt a cold hard ground underneath her. She could feel four walls surrounding her. She felt like she had gained 20 pounds. And she felt beat. As if she had just gone through a garborator. Chewed up and spit out. She slightly opened her eyes, because she could not hared anything, just faint beeping and a few stray barks from beyond these walls. It was dim in here, almost dark, but not quite. She found she could open her eyes easy because it was not bright. She was on her stomach, her head on her paws. Something felt off. She was not in the same cage she was before. What had happened in there. She couldn't remember a thing. She slowly raised her head, and gave it a bit of a shake. Still nothing. She looked around. There were other cages with dogs in them. But nothing came to mind. Wait Doubt! where was Doubt. She stood in a frenzy, finding it hard to lift herself up, as is someone was sitting on her. Was Doubt okay? Kaz woke up in a confused and angry daze, he wasn't helping her concentrate. She looked left and right, but her eyes were still fuzzy, and she didn't see him. She fell back down. Why was she so heavy. She turned her head to look at herself. And what she saw there, was something so beautiful, yet so hated. It didn't belong there.

[WH [the goat]*]

So, there was another time Doubt was taken to the testing room, the whispers of the needles and the knives still feeling as if they were piercing his head, just softer. The scar had healed, the headaches had not and the feeling of his head shifting was so uncomfortable he could barely sleep. The crap-like food was annoying, he just wasn’t used to eating that, and the shiny bowls annoyed him more. For all his life, he was a stray, not knowing how pets were treated, and a long time ago had decided not to dwell on that. Now that his life was as a lab rat, the humans thinking they owned him like a pet, he was happy he didn’t grow up as some pet. He also figured that he wouldn’t think that if he was one, but if Doubt were sold to some human family, he would be so bent on running away. He hated it when the humans touched his food dish, no matter how much he hated the dish itself, and wanted to rip their fingers off. That was pretty much the style of this thinking while he was confined to this cage with all the sounds of dogs surrounding, and exhausted constantly, He knew he was loosing something, he felt it, but he didn’t quite care. Where was Pandora? That was that left him with some sanity, with something that he could connect to his past, so that he wouldn’t forget. The ringing in his right ear had creased; it seemed so silent now, especially from his right side. There was about only ten percent of his hearing left in that ear, while his other ear was so keen as well as his eyes and sense of smell that it almost made up for it. His peripheral vision was widened, he could be more aware of what he saw around him than before.

So, yes, he was taken to testing again. He had caused much trouble before; she he was treated with all sorts of caution and didn’t blame him, it was amusing watching the humans be paranoid. He was watching at the entrance doors, trying to see if a white dog would come in that was Pandora. He figured she had to be in here somewhere, but maybe she was still normal. Unlikely, possible, everything’s possible. Then he was picked up. This time there were no dumb feelings, no happiness, no dread either, just expecting the inevitable. Doubt had waited too long to be able be afraid of this place anymore, now he was starting to pity it. One of these days some super powerful dog will burn this place to the ground and all this testing, all the deaths and pain would end up in vain for the humans. Served them right. Yes, indeed, his thoughts were much more different than how they started when he was in here. Testing, testing, blah, blah, dropped back in his cage – which he was starting to call a coffin, very fitting. Doubt knew he couldn’t escape yet, not until he’d start to plan with Pandora.

When he woke up, there was a very odd feeling near his shoulders and he noticed that this cage he was in was bigger. Opening his dark eyes, large black membranes stretched out, very small dark-brown hairs covering them. Oh, damn, they were bat wings...and they were huge. Doubt couldn’t stand up at first, the hollow bones of the wings were still quite heavy, and he wished he could just take them off. And guess what, he sub-consciously retracted them, he was still heavy, but his balance was better. Much better. He still laid there, closing his eyes. It hurt so bad, he was filled with resentment, and yet at the same time he felt like laughing. Once he thought of that, laughing started to echo his head, he growled and pushed it away. Stop it, you stupid mind, I don’t need that now. Opening them again, he noticed a white dog with wings in the cage next, looking over; he blinked about a thousand times in a row and then smiled. “You must be Pandora, I’m Doubt.” He knew she knew his name, but said it anyway, because she would probably notice a difference. Build bigger, and yet the scars on his head he thought he had were suddenly not there, his head a little larger than before and his right ear not as alert-looking as it once was. His voice was casual, maybe a little charming, and laced with relief. If this dog was Pandora anymore, that is, if she hadn’t forgotten, got corrupted. She sure smelt like Pandora. Really, Doubt was sure she fared better than he himself did.

[nightmare]

Opening and shutting her eyes didn't make them go away. She was in pure shock. This couldn't be real. She had seen other dogs with big fluffy wings, but she never thought she would see herself with them. She knew it was coming, she knew she would be changed, but it just didn't seem real. None of it seemed real. She shook herself, and tore he gaze away from the black feathery wings atop her back. She looked down at her paws, mouth hanging open. She was panting, but she was not out of breath or hot. Her mind was racing. Kaz barked at her in more confusion. He enjoyed having new powers but he didn't thing the wings were all. She knew he was right. Before it had almost been like she had one half of her brain, and Kaz had the other, and there thoughts and dreams went there only. Now something occupied a chunk of each of there halves. There was almost not enough room to think.

The cadge she was in was cold. The cool concrete ground sent waves of cold through her paw pads. She was shivering now. From both the cold and her fear. "Why are you scared? This is the greatest thing to happen to us, since... well ever!" Kaz seemed happy. But Pan was worried, her memory was still foggy. Lets see, how did she get here. She closed her eyes tight, blocking out everything, and concentrated really hard.

Pictures flashed before her lids. The past. The graveyard. The vans. Doubt. Waking in the labs. The fire dog. Doubt being taken away. That was it. That was all she saw. But then it turned to something different. Something that had not happened yet. She saw Doubt, but the dog she saw didn't quite look like Doubt, this dog had huge bat wings that popped out of his sides. This made no sense. She had not seen Doubt yet. She found she could not open her eyes. And she was panting heavily again. The images kept flashing, they made no sense. Broken windows, shattered glass. A scream or two. Humans running. An alarm.

The alarm faded in her mind, and she came back to the present. "What the hell was that" Kas asked, so he saw too. Thank god, she thought she was crazy.
"I have no idea" she whispered in a out of breath voice. She didn't know what in the world was going on. But she wanted to find out and soon. She looked at her confined space. There were two shiny silver bowls in one coroner. One for food and one for water. She had drank all the water, but not touched the terrible food. It tasted like battery acid. The water tasted a bit funny to, but she could deal with that. She found herself staring at the bowls. She could faintly see her reflection.

"You must be Pandora, I'm Doubt." a voice that comforted her very soul rang in her ears. It seemed to be all around her, and she didn't know if it were real or not. Reluctantly, she turned to the side of her cage were the voice originated from. There sat a handsome black/brown dog, she felt like she had known him forever, yet hadn't seen him in years. It was Doubt, it was truly him. She could smell him, and with every fiber in her body knew it was him, yet, he seemed different. Very different indeed.

"Doubt!" she got up and moved over to him. Bars separated them, but she got as close as she could. "I thought i wouldn't see you again." She put her head down, and looked up at him with sad eyes. She was worried for the brute. She knew he had been tested on as well, but had no idea what he could do. She mused over that for a moment. Then switched to the next subject, how in the hell were they going to get out of here.

[WH [the goat]*]

During the days in the labs without Pandora, Doubt had patiently waited and nicknamed every human he could. Honestly, not many humans lurked within here, but those who did were Mr. Tight, Mrs. Plastic or Mr.Longpens. Tight always had that tight-fish-like face, wide eyes, as always lacking any seen fur, dirty nude creatures they seemed. Mrs. Plastic had huge bump-things, high cheekbones, a scowl plastered on her face for what seemed like forever, and smelled like plastic. Longpens had always very long pens, one stuck behind his ears (on each ear), and usually one in his pocket and one in his hand. They were sharp. They could be used to kill the person quickly. A few others went in, but not as common as those three. He had observed their behaviours and came to the consideration that Longpens and Plastic had a attraction, yet Plastic and Tight wore identical rings and acted the same. Maybe they were cheating on each other. Doubt had came to the conclusion that he needed to get out of this place before he became a physiologist, a therapist or one of this lawyer-things. Human types were so odd, Doubt understood it, but felt like there was a separation between humans unlike any other creature. A odd distance, and many secrets and lies every second.

And now, he thought about this place he was in. Wings, all of them had wings, mostly feathery wings, but the occasional bat was here and there. All being in separate cages and without much room to test out their wings, Doubt figured that they would never fly. Some didn’t have obvious wings, but to scare him, most of the time, one would shoot their wings out and glare, which he lazily at. But all these things, he didn’t quite know them yet. Back to now. He’d just discovered her, right in the other cage right next, and she had wings. An angel, of sorts, he first thought that, while he had evil-looking bat-wings. Odd, and yet he did indeed like the contrast. His shoulders were starting to ache; he had put his wings in before they could refine themselves. Turning his head more, still lying down and smiling. “I wasn’t worried, I knew we would meet again.” Doubt said confidently. He started to get up slowly and came close to her, adjusting his left ear so that he heard her as loudly as he could.

“So, when should the great escape begin?” He whispered cunningly. Doubt sat down and watched her. Pandora was different as well, more muscle made to use her wings, her very pretty white wings. What else could she do? Doubt didn’t know if she had more or not, Doubt was only aware of three of his. And yet, he didn’t quite know how to control them, and he wasn’t sure if he really did slam that equipment into the doctor’s face. Pandora was okay, at least. That was all that really mattered at the moment, besides escaping soon. With a load of other dogs.

OOC: Post sucks. Sorries.

[nightmare]

What day was it? What time? What year? Not that any of it mattered, or that she knew the answers before she got in here. But these questions seemed to matter now. How long have i been in here? That seemed like a more realistic question. She was calmer now that she had Doubt back. You never know how much someone means to you until they are gone, well at least until you let yourself believe they are gone. Her breathing was shallow now, and her heart bead lessened. She sat calmly facing him. Her huge obnoxious wings touching either side of the cage walls. It hurt a bit when she folded them up, so she let them hang out, all over the place, taking up space. Doubt stay laying down. She thought about her strange vision, where Doubt had big bat wings. It was strange to think of, but looking at him now, she noticed no such thing. He just looked bigger. She wanted to ask, but held herself back. What was the use?

Doubt never really seemed to be worried. It was like he knew all along that they would come back together. It was something she liked about him, how he always seemed to know what was going on. He always seemed so calm, and Pan was always so frantic. She tilted her head at him in wonder. He whispered the words she couldn't wait to hear. When will it begin, the escape of a life time? When? And that was the question, when? Right? No, Pan knew the real question was How? How in the hell were the going to get a group of dogs out of here without getting caught or killed? This was going to take a while to plan. And Pan didn't much like that, she wanted out of there, Her wings were cramping and making her sides hurt. She needed more room.

She looked at Doubt, who was looking at her for an answer she didn't have. "As soon as we know---" she was cut off by a sudden pain in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and winced. What the hell Kaz.
"Wasn't me, look"
so she did, eyes still closed, she saw pictures again. The clock above the door, not far from her cage. A calendar beside a few rope polls, the date, the time, none of it made seance. Then a human walked in, checking cages and giving food. it was a younger one. Then the pictures got all jumbled and just a few numbers remained in her head.
02/14--5:29
What was that?

She shook her head, and remembered she was talking to Doubt.
"Not yet" was all she managed to come up with. These random pictures may be a power of hers. How interesting. She wondered what else she could do. She wondered what Doubt could do. She wanted to know so bad, she couldn't hold back the question.
"Doubt, what, you know, what powers do you have?" She wished she knew exactly what the images meant, maybe they would help her get out. If she could just see whole images and not a bunch of strobe light pictures that made no sense. She yawned and stretched, the best she could with limited space. He wings tried to stretch to, but just hit all sides of her small cage.

OOC: =) This video and song gives me so much Pan muse that i could write a frigging novel LMAO
CLICK IT!

[WH [the goat]*]

For a few moments, Pandora seemed distant, focusing on some distant place, looking through a window, seeing something altered by the glass but not completely distorted and yet at the same time far away. Glass was still there, and it would be time before the glass would wear down. Watching her expression closely, Doubt managed to ignore the pain near his shoulders enough to focus on her. Obviously she saw something that Doubt was far from seeing, and was fascinated by. Now, that indeed seemed to be some kind of power of her’s, seeing the future? If it was in fragments or detailed that would be very helpful for what was to come. Glancing at the direction of Pandora’s gaze, he set his eyes upon a clock that he could clearly see but could not read. He felt that somehow Pandora did know what it was, she was more unique than she seemed. But yet again, there probably were may Pandoras out there and they probably have been on more adventures, had different extremes, and a different style. But possibly the same problem, maybe even worse. Yet, Doubt knew only one Pandora, and that was this beautiful Greenland dog standing right in the other cage with white and feathery wings. Doubt almost missed her question.

“Powers...” He mumbled, and tried to recall the changes. Most obvious was the wings, the first was the telekinesis, and the heightened senses. That was all he knew he had, so he said, “Telekinesis, heightened senses....and bat wings.” He laughed, and finally released the large burdens out. It felt better, the aching in his back was easing. He had retracted them too soon, obviously. Closing his eyes for a few moments, it was light grey what he saw at first, and it eventually darkened. All this white, it gave him headaches, it stung his eyes, and he was really starting to loathe the light. Strange blue lights danced across his vision, and a familiar symbol was there, then it was gone, and then finally it was all black. Opening his dark brown eyes, he tipped his left ear towards Pandora, and turned his head. The cage was big, big enough for his wings, and yet Pandora’s cage wasn’t. He felt sorry, he would have loved to invite her in here because there was room for two winged dogs. But he couldn’t quite do that. The long pens the man had kept flashing in his vision, someone wanted him to do something, and he felt it was just warning him about what it would do.

”So, do you have any ideas for the escape?” He asked, casually, lowly so no other dogs would really hear. “And what powers do you think you have, besides the obvious?” As he spoke he took observation of the dogs with wings surrounding, and wondered about if it was fate that he found Pandora again. It seemed like that, it seemed like destiny, and to be honest, he wasn’t liking that. He wanted not to follow a path but write his own. He wanted choices not just one written destiny, he wanted the capricious to happen, the unwritten too. Feeling the voice of more words popping up, he spoke, at a distance while looking at the bars, which were starting to blur in his sights, “You know, that no matter what happens, what changes events, we are getting out of here,” he paused, “in one piece, with others, and we will make history somehow, and we will change things that we wouldn’t have guessed would have changed. “ Pausing again, with a sigh, “I can’t say how I know, but I have a feeling that there’s something else.” And then, he said gruffly, “and I’m not liking this feeling. Somehow it’s cliché, somehow it’s surreal...” Shaking his head from the pointless rambling, but felt better when saying it, and stopped talking. Wishing he hadn’t said such in the first place. He was exhausted on all levels, and he just wanted to have more peaceful sleep. But before that could happen, he had to get out of here.

But how? Him and Pandora could do it, but not at the levels he was thinking, they needed more inside help. They needed someone who knew the way these labs worked more than they would imagine, they knew someone who could see things in a different dimension. He was sure they could make it out, but something told him that he needed the help of something he knew, but couldn’t just find. Or maybe it was just him starting to grow insane, he had felt something slipping away, and he had ignored it. Now, he was genuinely scared, how much had he changed, for bad or for worse? What was going to be the penalty for it? He had always been afraid of what he could not see, the Invisible Dog had forced his way of thinking. Doubt allowed it happen, because he didn’t think that it would do so much. Back then, a few years back, he noticed that it was naive, he shouldn’t have let this fear happen. And now, one could say that it was such a over-used emotion that he couldn’t feel it like most anymore, that now it was a part of life easily ignored and forgotten. That was scary let alone, a indifference developed during his past experiences and experiences that he wasn’t quite sure was his own.

As most he was a result of his own encounters, he had listened to others and had open ears, and searched for truth for so long. When, it was only a few steps away, and he had found out part of what he thought was the truth by being thrown in the most feared place. And ending up not fearing it at all. He had changed, he didn’t have that selfish desire to find self, and he didn’t think it was selfish then but now he realized it really was. He should have listened and helped others because he wanted to make someone feel better, not wanting to make himself feel better. Now, he could make up for most of it now, he could free dogs, dozens, from this hell, and help them not because he wanted to escape. Because they wanted to escape, and only those who wished so would do so. There still felt like there was a selfishness to it in the undertones, it didn’t feel like his. Like so many times before, maybe he had the same case as Pandora in a way, in a close way. But deadlier, maybe he was on of the Pandoras in the world with the worse problems. He shuddered, but the question was, what could be worse than someone bickering in your mind and urging you to do things? At the moment, he didn’t want to focus on it, he wanted to focus more on the task at hand. Saving dogs because they wanted to be saved. Yes, that was it. He was excited to start, and that made him stand up. Trying to steady his balance, something new in his dark eyes, he used the bars to steady his equilibrium. Once he was stable, he tested his wings as much as he could with the low top of the cage.

Winding his head, he looked at the membrane. It wasn’t quite like a bat’s, it wasn’t directly connected to the skin, and the membrane was slanted on the part closest to his skin. He twisted his wings, which were pretty flexible, and stepped up a bit. Smiling, he put this in a slant so that the prejudiced membrane was touching tightly to his skin. It surprised him with pieces of skin knotted up and attached the wings to his skin, it hurt yet was essentially quick. Then he retracted the wings and the snitches of connecting membrane withdrew back. Yet again he retracted his wings and it was not connected to his skin anymore. He was in the moment, and it felt as if his instincts so gracefully guided to do so (but it wasn’t that). So, if he positioned right it would connect and he would be able to fly. Finally putting his wings back, he looked at Pandora and laughed, “I think I’m enjoying this a little too much. It’s interesting...” Maybe being a daemon wasn’t as bad as some made it, maybe he could make it so that he would like it, that he would enjoy it. That he could live with being different for the rest of his life, and do what he can to make the world a better place with these powers. He could heal with his telekinesis, he had already started to develop ideas on how he could do such things. He couldn’t right all wrongs, but he sure wanted to help make things better. Doubt wanted to find a way to help the packs, he was sure there was a way. The Demerons weren’t the only problem, he was sure, and he wanted to find out what other corruption there was.

Sure he had big hopes, and he was sure he had some aid in getting his dreams and other’s dreams accomplished. The invisible dog would cower in fear and come to know what value right and wrong had. Doubt could be a loner, but be a loner that had a paw in all packs. Maybe he could get more help, maybe he could gather a regime of loners to do so. Exiles who want to do things right, outcasts whom never really got a chance. Wild dreams, of course. Imagination; dreams are what starts the beginning of a successful creation, a voice added in his head, it sounded like it had a sneer, and at the same time it sounded confused. Maybe even weak. He agreed to the words, and felt the presence of the voice strengthen. Maybe, if he had any, his inner demons weren’t as bad as he thought. Doubt felt he could do anything, he had managed not to get corrupted, actually got better, from being thrown into a place of corruption and fear. Yet, he would soon learn how wrong that would turn out to be.